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“Oh look! There’s a ballet school in the neighbourhood! You know, I’d always wanted to learn ballet.” “Why don’t you?” “…no, really?” “Yes, let’s sign you up for class!” 10 minutes later, mum had paid for me to attend a term of ballet classes. Thus my ballet journey began, in the most unremarkable and typical of fashions. Except that I was 24. I was clinically depressed and anorexic. It started in university. I’d taken up my parent’s suggestion that I…

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